A Day Of Balloons
I got the kit too early, probably. I know I didn’t hide it well.
For two weeks or so, Sara’s been eyeing up a helium tank that’s been in a box in the corner of the dining room. She’s been wanting a balloon out of there SOOOOooooooo badly. We kept telling her “They’re for your birthday”, and while that didn’t satisfy, she accepted it.
Yesterday, she got her wish.
We go to wake her up, and tell her “Sara, you’re five today!”. She counts alound and with her fingers… “One, two, three, four, five! Five balloons!” So began the fascination of the day.
For five years we’ve had stuggles and joys, but far more of the latter than the former. It is with great pleasure I publicly announce the end of one year and the start of a new one for my youngest daughter.
Happy birthday Sara. I love you.